[Coping with disasters that come in the form of physical menaces are easy. If he can punch it, disable it, destroy it, then Dick can handle it but this, finding himself trapped in an odd world, that is so much harder.
Not being alone though, that's a start.
Even if the emotional side of things that are so much harder for Dick. It's what brought him to the ring that night, even if he had told himself it wasn't what he was there for. He felt better after the fight, if only that it let him feel as if he still had some control and some skills that could benefit him here.
That though makes him laugh, feeling more at ease to have this banter. Even if he would rather she was not here. Not at all. If he could do one thing, it would be to send Donna back to their life and their... friends? Team mates? The kids? He's not even sure but laughter and humor are easier.]
It's all about the good looks. I can't help myself. Have to protect the moneymaker.
[He smiles fondly at those memories, when things had been so good and he had all he could want with the others there. Again, it's easier to focus on the jokes, the easy humor and not the bad. So much of it bad.]
That's because he loved you best. Can't blame him though, I guess.
[Again that tiny hint of a smile, even as she takes his hand. Their fingers easily sliding together like it's old and familiar and normal.
Even if it leaves him open to so much. How much he cares about her, worries for her. Not just in general but being around him. How bad it's gone in the past, and how it's likely not going any better now.
Yet if he's going to have that connection with anyone, then it is Donna. He trusts her on every level. More than he does nearly anyone else. Even if he's pretty sure she liked punching him in the nose just to watch him bleed when they were kids.
Feeling those emotions though is a lot for someone that's turned away from them. Yet glad for it, for the connection between them now that he's in this place.]
Why? Do you have bad news for me? If this is limbo I'm going to be really disappointed.
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Not being alone though, that's a start.
Even if the emotional side of things that are so much harder for Dick. It's what brought him to the ring that night, even if he had told himself it wasn't what he was there for. He felt better after the fight, if only that it let him feel as if he still had some control and some skills that could benefit him here.
That though makes him laugh, feeling more at ease to have this banter. Even if he would rather she was not here. Not at all. If he could do one thing, it would be to send Donna back to their life and their... friends? Team mates? The kids? He's not even sure but laughter and humor are easier.]
It's all about the good looks. I can't help myself. Have to protect the moneymaker.
[He smiles fondly at those memories, when things had been so good and he had all he could want with the others there. Again, it's easier to focus on the jokes, the easy humor and not the bad. So much of it bad.]
That's because he loved you best. Can't blame him though, I guess.
[Again that tiny hint of a smile, even as she takes his hand. Their fingers easily sliding together like it's old and familiar and normal.
Even if it leaves him open to so much. How much he cares about her, worries for her. Not just in general but being around him. How bad it's gone in the past, and how it's likely not going any better now.
Yet if he's going to have that connection with anyone, then it is Donna. He trusts her on every level. More than he does nearly anyone else. Even if he's pretty sure she liked punching him in the nose just to watch him bleed when they were kids.
Feeling those emotions though is a lot for someone that's turned away from them. Yet glad for it, for the connection between them now that he's in this place.]
Why? Do you have bad news for me? If this is limbo I'm going to be really disappointed.